I rang her up asking to meet me, she told me a time and I promised I would be there. I knocked on her door, a sultry voice told me to come in so I pushed the handle down slowly. I opened the door, she was perched upon a chair scooping her silky black hair behind her ear and pushing her glasses further up her nose. I walked over towards her, hello I murmured as our eyes met for the first time. Hello, abi, have a seat she said softly, her words caressing my inner ear. I sat down infront of her and we talked and talked. It was like a beautiful Beethoven symphony. She listened intently, I could tell that I had captured her from the moment I said hello. After sharing my stories, trials and tribulations with her, I watched her look me up and down. She got out of her seat and slowly edged towards me. I trembled. She was right beside me now. I felt a rush of nervousness and excitement. Can I have a feel? she asked softly. Her red painted fingernails unbuttoned my shirt and reached inside. I gasped. It was then the doctor took the stethoscope out of my shirt and told me I may be at risk of type 2 Diabetes. No more Peach Melbas for me.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 12:34:14 +0000
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